The Pale Beast

Lo, the final breath is upon us With one final heave, the sky is torn asunder And the anxiety of life is alleviated We are freed from the suffocating sterility Of the unyielding fluorescent halls And in their absence feel only emptiness In their absence only feel emptiness A warm light plays against the cold surface As a throng of unbelievers Begrudgingly bid farewell The aethere is calling Much likе the snake that has outgrown its skin So too have you outgrown your own flеsh And must shed the husk of existence The aethere is calling It is time for you to leave us behind It is time for you to leave us behind Out of the halls, we emerge en masse To a world coated in gray Upon which your gaze shall ne’er fall again In the space between the conscious and unconscious mind The essence of the fallen one resides Unrestrained by the frailty of a corporal form From the dead earth, he emerges And in the absence of light The Pale Beast shall once again stride The Pale Beast shall once again stride Lo The final breath is upon us With one final heave The sky is torn asunder and the anxiety of life is alleviated We are freed from the torment of the unyielding fluorescent halls And in their absence feel emptiness Out of the halls, we emerge en masse To a world coated in gray Upon which your gaze shall ne’er fall again In the space between the conscious and unconscious mind The essence of the fallen one resides Unrestrained by the frailty of a corporal form From the dead earth, he emerges And in the absence of light The Pale Beast shall once again stride The Pale Beast shall once again stride

Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 08, 2026